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The Study of Not Studying
I'm waiting until the
math puts itself into my head.
If it wants to be there, in with all of its irrational opponents,
It will proceed
And the theorem will theorize itself.
No one ever stopped
To wonder if the math
Wanted it this way.
Some people just don't want to be found.
Maybe if I dance around this book
And let my shadow caress its pages
It'll leap out; the important stuff
And seep into my walls
And keep me warm tonight, when I sleep.
Maybe thinking is all wrong
And dancing is all right.
Math is pointless, they say
But maybe we're the pointless ones.
Look out at me, numbers
Absorb me.
I trust you to make the right choices.
My brain is just a squishy pile
But you - you're perfect. |